Do you remember as child ever being completely sucked into a painting, maybe a movie or possibly a photograph in a book? Something almost erry but still totally enveloped and intrigued you? There were a few for me, for instance the movie The Dark Crystal. I was so mesmerized by the creatures and strange world,and eventhough it was kind of scary, Id always watch...wonder... want more.

Well, there was also a painting that had that effect on me. This painting.

It hung at the top of the stair case in my grandparents house, in a dark unlit hall. I'd spend countless mintues absorbing the image, and more so as an adult. I remember asking about it, Where did this come from? Why is it here ? Who made it? No-one ever had any answers for me. They couldnt remember where it came from, it had no story, and the signature forever too faded to read. I dont know why this painting calls to me so, but I own it now today. Pulling it out of the trash after it had been tossed away while my dad and aunts cleared out my grandparents home. But theres something that I felt besides curiosity. I always have had an overwhelming urge that I must fix it...like it was mine and I wasnt happy with. Once, the painting became mine in my 30's I decided to humor that desire. And now, I am sharing it with all of you, however I still dont feel satisfied and will most likey try again.

Thanks for checking out my art, I love commets so chat away :) -Cheers!